OLD TIMER
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Registered: Jun 2003
Location: Minnesota
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Mr Richards--
In 68 years of pursuing the mask bandit, I have had some darn nice hounds that did a good job and have seen some nice hounds that I would have like to have fed. Also have buried some that didn't make the cut. Probably have had 5 that would fall into this group of top coon hound, but the one that would fit your subject line the best was one we had to bottle feed from birth because his mother died. At 7 months old he treed, along with his brother and sister, the biggest mask bandit I have harvested to this day. Weighed him on a scale at 56 pounds measured 53 inches from nose to tail. My dad kept the other two and I took him for 14 years. The day he died I carried him to that big oak tree the big bandit came out of and buried him at the base. At 9 months old guys that hunted with me used him as a check hound. Had the most brains, outstanding nose and when he treed, you were going to be skinning a very high percent of the time. I don't think in those 14 years he treed on more then 5 to 10 dens and if it went in a brush pile, he was small enough and gritty enough to pull it out. I hunted him with others and while theirs were working and loosing it, he would take it out of there and be treeing while they still didn't know what happened. Back in his time I had an enclosed dog box and one night a friend was with and we were driving to a corn field around a curve when old Spook starting going crazy in the box, so we backed up and turned loose and he went down the ditch, open and in a short time was treeing with the fur. Was born as straight as an arrow and proved that many nights but the one that stands out was a guy from work was with and we were roading him down a field road. He was working in front of the truck when a red fox jumped out of the corn rows and he just kept going. Before we got to the end of the field 3 deer jumped out and again he just kept hunting. My coworker said that with all the hunting he did with others, he never had seen that before. Another night he showed another coonhunter his nose and winding ability. We were roading him down a road and all of a sudden it looked like someone had grab his collar and he stood on his high legs with his nose in the air and took off a good 100 yards and started treeing. The hunter said had he not seen it with his own eyes he would never have believed it. He was the only hound I had at the time, I was a farm boy who just hunted after chores. He never had raccoon released in front of him, no roll cage, he was just hunted by himself. He was my buddy from day one and of ALL the hounds I have owned, he has been the ONLY one that has ridden up front with me.
As has been said--they're not born every time. But if you get one, the memories will last you a life time.
PS--IT NEVER GETS OLD
What does get old is when they DON'T do it right!
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